TONGUE

Sharp is my tongue.
Sometimes it's wrong!
Biting and strong,
it doesn't belong
to a text in a song.
It can also be right.
Its audacious insight
could profoundly ignite
feeling gentle, or bright
in the day or at night.
On occasion it's met
with injustice or dread.
Then, its angry and red
and could knock you out - dead,
or revive you instead.
It is sure as a rule,
it's a powerful tool -
could be cool, or cruel,
if given some fuel
by a sage or a fool!

I am alone, It's raining...
Rain’s drumming on the sweaty glass...
I find it hard to breathe, I’m waning...
My hollow bed turned cold, alas...
You went away and snatched my heart.
Abyss is gaping in its place.
Disheveled is my soul and dark.
Alone you left me and escaped.
And after you, silence took over,
it’s loudly screaming in my mind.
An empty feeling keeps me sober.
My thoughts - wild horses, they unbind.
A hundred “whys” are madly racing
and hurting like a bleeding sore.
Oh god, is this reality, I’m facing
or just a nightmare that I can't ignore?
And where am I supposed to go
unhappy, scattered and betrayed?
There’s nothing left for me to know.
Love’s hostage, I begin to fade.
If only everything I could erase
like all my memories and feelings.
Your touch and smile, your warm embrace,
all lost their useless, stupid meaning.
The rain keeps pouring, pouring, pouring…
Worn out and tear-less, I’m spinning.
I try to breathe but pain’s ignoring
my tired mind and it starts winning...

Hey,
look babe,
I need to just say it,
but how to convey it?
Not say it, I will just draw it.
Not draw it, instead I will show it.
I don't know, to show, or to rhyme it?
I could first rhyme and then, underline it?
Now, once underlined, I may actually print it,
with a note on the wall, I could probably pin it.
Wait, wouldn't it be nice if I beautifully write it!
Yes, it's decided - in your room, I will hide it,
or better yet somehow, subtly transmit it?
  It would be best, if I simply admit it:
- "My heart -            I commit it"
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My heart -              I commit it!
It would be best, if I simply admit it,
or better yet somehow subtly transmit it?
Yes, it's decided - in your room, I will hide it!
Wait, wouldn't it be nice if I beautifully write it?
With a note on the wall, I could probably pin it.
Now, once underlined, I may actually print it,
I could first rhyme and then, underline it?
I don't know, to rhyme, or to show it?
Not show it, instead I will draw it.
Not draw it, I will just say it.
Yes, I need to just say it,
but how to convey it
Look babe,
hey!

One life is not enough for me to drink you -
all at once, or slowly, sip by sip ...
to gulp up thirsty from your sweetness
and in the rye, to touch you with my lips ...
with eyes to stroke your every curve and crease
with hands to say it all while we make love,
bathing in it until we reach a sweet release …
my soul to play your soul’s thin string, with love
And I will never cease to want you,
just as you are, imperfect and unworthy -
if I could splash your pain with fresh dew
I’d turn it into cool and purifying rain!
One life is not enough for me to love you!
My love’s a pretty wound, I don’t object,
I’d go to hell and back, if I could have you!
I give myself to you without regret!